Noon..

The masseuse, a woman in her fifties, finished packing up her oils and towels. Ira lingered quietly in the corner, as she watched.

As the woman walked towards the door, Ira moved toward her.

“Thank you so much, ma.” she said politely.

The older woman gave her a warm smile and a nod.

“I’ll be seeing Mrs. Rathore. His legs are responding, it’s a very good sign. And thank you for assisting, dear.”

Ira’s face softened “That’s wonderful to hear.”

She held the ...